Smoke and Glass

The early morning sun barely peeked over the horizon as Dune and Helena glided through the Routes heading to Route 112. The air was cool, but the tension between them was anything but. 

As they approached the familiar resort at the base of Mt. Chimney—where they'd previously stayed with May—the sight awaiting them sent a surge of excitement through Dune's veins; he was seeing the products of his—Gardevoir's work in action.

Five black vans, sleek and bulky, were parked in perfect formation. Around them, women in thigh uniforms were running around with military precision.

Their uniforms were meticulously designed—pristine white along the legs, with a brown leather belt and golden buckle, a white shirt and a aquamarine military jacket on their chests. The unmistakable SandSharks symbol gleamed on each woman's uniform, embroidered with golden thread.

Their faces were set in determination, but the excitement in the air was palpable. Every single one of them had been hand-picked for G.L.A.S.S., SandSharks' elite special force, trained for operations as deadly as they were depraved.

As Dune and Helena touched down, chaos broke loose. The women screamed in unison, their voices high-pitched with excitement like they were at a concert. 

"Master Dune!" one of the women screeched, her hand already ripping down the zipper of her uniform, exposing her full tits without shame.

Another woman didn't even bother with subtlety. "Master Dun! I've been Gooning thinking about you every night!" she screamed, her eyes wild, hands grabbing her own breasts like she was about to start right there in front of everyone.

A couple of them reached into their uniforms, flashing Dune, their hands between their legs as they screamed for his attention. "Take me back to the Breaking Point! I can't stop thinking about it! Please! Tie me up and fuck me up!" 

Two women standing off to the side beamed as they proudly rubbed their bellies, barely showing signs of pregnancy. "We're one week pregnant, Master!" they announced, their voices filled with joy. 

They held their stomachs as if they carried the world's most precious treasure—and to them, maybe they did.

Helena stood there, jealousy flashing across her face as she clenched her fists. Her eyes narrowed, burning with envy. She wanted that. She wanted, she really WANTED to carry Dune's children more than anything, but for now, she swallowed the bitter taste of it, knowing there were bigger things at hand.

Out from the crowd strutted a tall woman with bright red hair, her massive ass swaying with each step. 

She was built like a fucking tank—thick, curvy, and all muscle. Her leather uniform barely contained her curves, and her piercing green eyes were as sharp as her movements. She carried herself like she owned the place, her confidence radiating off her in waves.

"Amber," she introduced herself, her voice husky. "Leader of G.L.A.S.S., personally chosen by Gardevoir and Zoroark. One of the first ones to break at Breaking Point. Before that, top female grunt in Team Rocket, highest-rated in physical combat."

Amber's eyes flicked downward, landing on Dune's crotch, her gaze shameless as she stared at the lipstick marks covering his abdomen. She licked her lips slowly like she could already taste him. She wasn't hiding her desires at all.

"We've evacuated all civilians, Mistress Helena," Amber continued, her eyes still locked on Dune's body. "We've got ten minutes before the authorities arrive. Team Magma's is in possession of the Blue Orb and plans to control Groudon with it."

Her hand moved lazily to her own ass, and with a cocky grin, she slapped it, the sound echoing through the resort.

"We also tracked down Team Magma's hideout," Amber went on. "They've bought a bunch of high-end drills from a mining company in Unova. Looks like they're drilling into the lava chambers of Mt. Chimney, even deeper than they had done before."

Amber leaned in closer, her breath warm against Dune's chest, ignoring Helena as she whispered, "After we're done, Master, we've got a request. The girls and I want a vacation… back at Breaking Point. We want to be fucked until we can't think. Until we're nothing but mindless sluts, desperate for your cock~"

The women behind her giggled, moaned, and practically squirmed in anticipation. A few of them were already rubbing their thighs together, eyes glazed over as they imagined what awaited them after the mission.

Dune's golden eyes gleamed with amusement, and a slow grin spread across his face; he looked to the side, where Helena was fuming but kept silent due to her inability to complain in public. 

He stepped forward, his towering figure casting a long shadow over Amber and the other women.

"If you do a good job," Dune growled, his deep voice sending shivers down their spines, "I'll fuck every single one of you sluts until you can't think straight. You'll get your time in Breaking Point, and more."

The women shuddered excitedly at his words while Helena sighed and locked her arm with Dune, pressing her body against his.

Dune's eyes darkened further as he looked back at Amber. "And I want every female Team Magma member captured. Send them to Breaking Point when we're done here. Bunch of idiots want to end the world over some landmass."

Amber's grin widened, and she nodded, her red hair gleaming under the early morning light. "Yes, Master. We'll make sure of it."

With a final slap to her own ass, Amber turned on her heel and barked orders at the rest of the women, who eagerly obeyed, their eyes wild with lust and adrenaline. 

They began loading into the vans, their Pokémon ready and waiting for the signal to strike. Medichams stretched their arms, Mienshaos cracked their knuckles, and Ursarings growled lowly, hungry for battle.

Helena watched silently, her purple eyes blazing with jealousy, but she knew this was necessary. Her time would come—Dune had promised her that.

Helena hopped back onto Dune's broad back, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as they surged forward, the rocky terrain of Mt. Chimney rushing past them. 

Behind them, the black vans of G.L.A.S.S. rumbled, carrying the rest of the depraved squad through the rough landscape.

As they climbed the jagged mountain, the sight of Team Magma's hideout came into view. 

The entrance was packed with grunts, their Pokemon moving in massive drills as they prepared to tear into the earth itself. 

Dune's eyes narrowed—these idiots had no idea what they were doing.

Amber's voice crackled over the radio. "Master, Helena, go on ahead. We'll handle the grunts and reinforcements. You two need to get to Groudon before it's too late."

Dune didn't even bother with a response. With a growl, he stomped into the ground, unleashing a [Bulldoze], sending shockwaves through the ground that cracked the earth beneath the grunts and stone pillars appeared between them and the entrance. 

The rocks shattered as the entrance gave way, creating a wide opening for them to charge through and pillars to make the rush in easier.

As the dust settled, Dune wasted no time. He tore into the cave with Helena holding on tightly, explosions ringing behind them as G.L.A.S.S. engaged the reinforcements. 

Dune's claws gleamed under the dim light of the tunnels as he slashed through anything in his path. 

A female grunt threw a Pokeball at them, releasing a Camerupt, who roared in challenge, but it didn't stand a chance. 

Dune lashed out with [Slash], his claws ripping through the Pokemon's thick muscles like it was nothing. 

The Camerupt collapsed with a pitiful grunt as Dune moved on, the grunt rushing to check on his condition before being handcuffed by a G.L.A.S.S member.

A group of grunts tried to form a wall, but Dune's tail whipped through the air, landing a devastating [Breaking Swipe] that sent them crashing into the cavern walls with sickening thuds. 

Their bones cracked against the stone as they crumpled like broken dolls, left in heaps as Dune pressed forward.

A Mightyena lunged at him, but Dune barely spared it a glance. He caught the snarling beast midair with [Crunch], his fangs sinking deep into its flesh. The Mightyena let out a pained yelp before falling limp in his jaws, Dune taking a chomp before spitting it out.

The deeper they ventured, the more developed the tunnel became—steel walls and industrial equipment replaced the raw stone. 

Dune could feel the heat rising as they got closer to Groudon's chamber, the legendary Pokemon's. He couldn't quite explain it, but he felt the primal energy pulsing through the air, like a dense fog. 

But before they could get too far, a figure stepped out from the shadows, blocking their path.

Courtney, one of Team Magma's admins, stood before them, her warm teasing eyes narrowing as she stared them down. 

She was medium-height and slim, probably in her early twenties, with a short bob cut and purplish hair. She wore a red hood with horns and a red short-sleeved shirt.

"You won't stop us. Groudon will awaken, and Team Magma will bring forth the age of—"

Before she could finish, a blur of red and black slammed into her. Amber flew in from the side like a bullet, drop-kicking Courtney in the chest with enough force to send her skidding across the floor. 

The impact was brutal, knocking the wind out of the admin as her body crumpled against the cold steel.

Amber was on her in an instant, her eyes wild with adrenaline and lust as she ripped Courtney's clothes apart, the fabric tearing easily under her hands. In seconds, the admin was stripped down to nothing but a light purple bra and panties, her pale skin exposed to the cave's dim light.

Amber sneered, her voice low and mocking as she pinned Courtney to the ground. "You think you're some kind of badass? You're just another bitch who needs to learn her place."

Courtney struggled beneath her, her usually teasing face twisted in frustration. "Get off me, you fucking psycho!"

Amber slapped her hard across the face, the impact echoing through the cavern. "You're gonna beg by the time I'm done with you," Amber hissed, grinding her hips against Courtney's stomach. "I'm gonna put you in your place."

Dune's golden eyes flicked to the scene in front of him, temptation flickering in his mind. Watching Amber tear Courtney apart was something he'd definitely enjoy—a part of him wanted to stay, to see the admin broken and begging beneath Amber. 

But Helena's glare burned a hole in the back of his head, her jealousy palpable. "Dune," Helena hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "We don't have time for this. Focus."

Dune sighed; as much as he wanted to stay and watch the show, they had a mission. Groudon's chamber was somewhere deeper in the base, and every second they wasted brought them closer to disaster.

Amber glanced back at him, her grin widening as she slapped Courtney again, leaving a bright red mark on the admin's pale skin. "Go on, Master," she said. "I'll deal with this one. By the time I'm done, she'll be begging to be your toy."

Courtney squirmed beneath her, but Amber only laughed, her hands roaming over the admin's exposed skin. "Breaking Point is gonna feel like heaven compared to what I've got planned for you, sweetheart."

Dune gave Amber a final glance, his eyes full of amusement, before turning back his eyes toward the deeper tunnels. 

"Come on, Helena," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

Helena huffed but climbed back onto his back, wrapping her arms around him tightly. 

As they surged deeper into the base, the sounds of Amber and Courtney's struggle faded behind them—slaps, grunts, and the unmistakable sound of someone being thoroughly put in their place.

Helena leaned in close, her breath hot against Dune's neck. "You can deal with the sluts later. Right now, we've got to stop those idiots from waking Groudon."

Dune smirked, his claws flexing in anticipation. "Let's finish this." With a powerful leap, Dune propelled himself forward, charging toward the heart of the base where the real battle awaited.